In recent days we have been digging into storage bins and pulling out some of the kids’ summer clothing items. Now Kateri’s swimsuit from last year happens to have a matching sarong, which yesterday she and younger sister Juliette were discussing at great length—its style and its practicality for covering up at the lake. After hearing the word “sarong” several times over a period of a few minutes, 9 year old Eamon could stand it no longer.
“It’s just a piece of cloth,” he interrupted. “Why do girls need to have such fancy names for all their different kinds of clothes? Boys just wear pants and shirts.”
His sisters looked at him blankly. What on earth could he be talking about?
I would have helped him out, but I have no idea what his problem was either. I just know that when I go out later this afternoon, I plan to wear a linen camp shirt with my cropped sojourners and t-strap espadrilles.